On Stage Club
Monday. Cold this morning, but a walk down and a walk back from breakfast at the usual place sitting here now at the computer with the sun flooding in between the drawn curtain on the sliding glass balcony door.
Which is what happened yesterday, I believe. And the day before. And the day before that, except for the rain. All that rain.
And I'm spinning my wheels. Time for another chapter, except I have no clear idea where to start. Move to a different place? I could begin by spending some long weekends on the road, staying here, staying there, poking around to see what's what except I suspect you move to another area for the people as well as the territory and the only people I know anymore (most of whom are dear to my heart beer drinkers and flakes) live right here. There's always the finding and settling down with Ms. Right - advertising on the Internet seems to be the mechanism these days - except I obviously gave up on Ms. Right or Ms. Almost Right (Ms. A. Right) many years ago. The last Ms. Right I stumbled across (half blind, stupid and blinking) wasn't interested and my history is no predictor of success.
Hell, I'm not sympathetic. This leaves finding a project, something I can do in my advancing years that doesn't overly task my stamina or ability to think. Some people volunteer their time, but doing what? Something about the web? Something other than keeping a journal where every entry starts with walking to breakfast? Even with pictures that makes no sense.
So, we're finally colliding with reality here. What are you going to do?
Well, my thought is, now that I'm doing the really real thing, is to find a job as the photographer for a local nekkid dancing ladies on stage club, here in Oakland.